Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2017 23:55:15 GMT -5
[ RECORD ]
“Your attitude will be a lot difference this week. You won’t be so quick to bad mouth Axel Graves this time around. The New Ace of Pro Wrestling has yet to meet her moment of glory and that moment of glory shall no longer await you. Saint Saito… the women who has the ability to kill anyone with one thousand and four different ways. That’s quite an accomplishment. Champion at age fourteen. Great job there. Wrestling in the Tokyo Dome…. The Tokyo Dome… the mother fucking Tokyo Dome. Another, amazing accomplishment performed by you, Sara Saint. Saint Saito… the next victim to suffer the salvation. The next victim left as my chosen sacrifice.”
“This is the chance to re-debut yourself into Union Battleground and it’s also the greatest fight of your life. You’re a second generation wrestler and I just so happen to be a second generation wrestler, and the difference between you and I is so subtle that the critics would never be able to pin point it and at L!ghts Out, it is my sole intention to shine a light on the differences between you and I Saito.”
“You’ve run your mouth with as much confidence as the American President through the entire election campaign and with us both looking to carry on their legacy and claim the title of being an Heir, allow me to inform you of your greatest shortcoming when it comes to dealing with me. Now, sweetie, in any story where you begin and where you intend to go do not always turn out how you expect them to and seeing how you had such a great start to your career and your life it would seem to me that you have failed at upholding your moniker. You have failed… at upholding the truth behind your lineage. Behind the name… Saito.”
“So I’m going to inform you of who I am over the next few minutes and you are going to find out why they call me the Barcelona Bad Girl when we go toe-to-toe for the first time ever.”
“Now Saito, you’re a disappoint to the culture of Japanese wrestling and the way you have Americanized yourself is simply atrocious. Like, really? The cell phone videos and this portrayal of yourself as untouchable informs me of your greatest weakness. You’ve Americanized everything about yourself from the way you act to the way you live. You show signs of being comfortable.”
“When you get comfortable, you get lazy, you become self-entitled, and ultimately you crumble. And since you’re all cracked up as it is Madd Mila has ben summoned to show up with the ice pick and a hammer to go ahead and put you out of your misery.”
“Saito, the phone’s at the Crisis Hotline have been ringing off the hook day after day so it’s normal, but when I caught wind that Saint Saito was on the other end of the call I vowed to myself that I was going to personally talk you into your own suicide.”
“I made a vow to prove myself as the best wrestler in Union Battleground….ever. I made a quick example of Mandi Morrison. But you… no. I won’t end you as quickly. You’ve got fight in you and because you’ve got a little more fight I want to inform you of why you can be great before I inform you of why you won’t be great in Union Battleground.”
“Saito you begged for a fight but it looks like the fight came looking for you instead.”
“This is the chance to re-debut yourself into Union Battleground and it’s also the greatest fight of your life. You’re a second generation wrestler and I just so happen to be a second generation wrestler, and the difference between you and I is so subtle that the critics would never be able to pin point it and at L!ghts Out, it is my sole intention to shine a light on the differences between you and I Saito.”
“You’ve run your mouth with as much confidence as the American President through the entire election campaign and with us both looking to carry on their legacy and claim the title of being an Heir, allow me to inform you of your greatest shortcoming when it comes to dealing with me. Now, sweetie, in any story where you begin and where you intend to go do not always turn out how you expect them to and seeing how you had such a great start to your career and your life it would seem to me that you have failed at upholding your moniker. You have failed… at upholding the truth behind your lineage. Behind the name… Saito.”
“So I’m going to inform you of who I am over the next few minutes and you are going to find out why they call me the Barcelona Bad Girl when we go toe-to-toe for the first time ever.”
“Now Saito, you’re a disappoint to the culture of Japanese wrestling and the way you have Americanized yourself is simply atrocious. Like, really? The cell phone videos and this portrayal of yourself as untouchable informs me of your greatest weakness. You’ve Americanized everything about yourself from the way you act to the way you live. You show signs of being comfortable.”
“When you get comfortable, you get lazy, you become self-entitled, and ultimately you crumble. And since you’re all cracked up as it is Madd Mila has ben summoned to show up with the ice pick and a hammer to go ahead and put you out of your misery.”
“Saito, the phone’s at the Crisis Hotline have been ringing off the hook day after day so it’s normal, but when I caught wind that Saint Saito was on the other end of the call I vowed to myself that I was going to personally talk you into your own suicide.”
“I made a vow to prove myself as the best wrestler in Union Battleground….ever. I made a quick example of Mandi Morrison. But you… no. I won’t end you as quickly. You’ve got fight in you and because you’ve got a little more fight I want to inform you of why you can be great before I inform you of why you won’t be great in Union Battleground.”
“Saito you begged for a fight but it looks like the fight came looking for you instead.”
[ END RECORD ]
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LOCATION: Undisclosed
“We must not lose our relationship with God. Without that relationship we will never recognize what blessings he has in store for us.” The voice of the High Priest kept playing over in my mind as I walked through the streets of New York with the rain pouring down on me. I’d have walked faster if I cared, but I just felt drained. Jayden… the Wiccan… the voices, it was all too much for me. I was so happy to be away from Mexico and that house. Something was obviously wrong. I was sad in ways I had never been before. How do you counter attack an enemy you’ve never known? It wasn’t possible.
My rain boots splashed the water beneath my feet until finally, I had reached the subway station. Ascending into the darkness and avoiding contact with anyone in my path, I made my way through the station and onto the platform. It was a thirty-five minute wait before the next train arrived. What to do for thirty-five minutes?
I turn up the music. “…MY SALVATION!...” The familiar rasp screams into my ears, forcing me to rip the ear buds from my ears. What in the hell was happening? The Couple at the far end of the platform stop making out to glance over at me. “There was a bug.” I explain in an attempt not to look crazy. The Couple giggles before falling into another lip lock as I reach down to pick up the ear buds. The wiring leaving the ground and I hear the voice again, calmer and more faintly this time. “…My, sacrifice…” The voice came from the tunnel and I curiously jump from the platform ignoring the gasps of the few pedestrians awaiting the arrival of the train.
“…My, salvation…my, sacrifice.” The voice says again from deep within the shadows. My foot steps move me closer to the darkness and all I wanted to do was retreat. As badly as I wanted to turn away, I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. This dark force had me at hello and there was no turning back now. I hear the faint cries and shouts of the pedestrians but it’s all too faint to make out their words. I look back but continue to walk forward. Everyone runs toward the platform and I have no idea why. I couldn’t see what was in front of me but I continued to be pulled forward by this force. Left foot… right foot… the feet moved and the body follows. I felt the warm breath of a human being, but when I reached out to touch it there was only thin air. “…My sacrifice…” The raspy voice says.
“My…sal…vation.” The words are finished and the entity spins me around and I find myself in the center of the tracks with the pedestrians on the platform all of them shouting at me. The dark energy was gone. My glance gazes just past the crowd of screaming pedestrians and I notice the clocks speeding up and the minutes dropping by the second. Were the clocks broken? I catch the faint cry of a little girl, “THE TRAIN!” she shouts.
I look down the tunnel and a large light comes screaming at me. I close my eyes….
“AAGGHHHHH!!!!!" I jolt awake from my sleep and I am quickly blinded by the lights turning on in my room. “What’s wrong?! Are you okay?!” J.J. asks with fear and confusion.
Using my hand and forearm to shield my eyes and focus on J.J. in the doorway, “Yeah, it was just a bad dream.” I gave her assurance that everything was alright. “Can you get me a glass of water?”
J.J. leaves the room and I exhale. My body trembles as I lay there looking up at the ceiling fan. The thumps of my heart rate slow and that’s when I heard the voice again, “…My sacrifice…my salvation…”.
My rain boots splashed the water beneath my feet until finally, I had reached the subway station. Ascending into the darkness and avoiding contact with anyone in my path, I made my way through the station and onto the platform. It was a thirty-five minute wait before the next train arrived. What to do for thirty-five minutes?
I turn up the music. “…MY SALVATION!...” The familiar rasp screams into my ears, forcing me to rip the ear buds from my ears. What in the hell was happening? The Couple at the far end of the platform stop making out to glance over at me. “There was a bug.” I explain in an attempt not to look crazy. The Couple giggles before falling into another lip lock as I reach down to pick up the ear buds. The wiring leaving the ground and I hear the voice again, calmer and more faintly this time. “…My, sacrifice…” The voice came from the tunnel and I curiously jump from the platform ignoring the gasps of the few pedestrians awaiting the arrival of the train.
“…My, salvation…my, sacrifice.” The voice says again from deep within the shadows. My foot steps move me closer to the darkness and all I wanted to do was retreat. As badly as I wanted to turn away, I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. This dark force had me at hello and there was no turning back now. I hear the faint cries and shouts of the pedestrians but it’s all too faint to make out their words. I look back but continue to walk forward. Everyone runs toward the platform and I have no idea why. I couldn’t see what was in front of me but I continued to be pulled forward by this force. Left foot… right foot… the feet moved and the body follows. I felt the warm breath of a human being, but when I reached out to touch it there was only thin air. “…My sacrifice…” The raspy voice says.
“My…sal…vation.” The words are finished and the entity spins me around and I find myself in the center of the tracks with the pedestrians on the platform all of them shouting at me. The dark energy was gone. My glance gazes just past the crowd of screaming pedestrians and I notice the clocks speeding up and the minutes dropping by the second. Were the clocks broken? I catch the faint cry of a little girl, “THE TRAIN!” she shouts.
I look down the tunnel and a large light comes screaming at me. I close my eyes….
“AAGGHHHHH!!!!!" I jolt awake from my sleep and I am quickly blinded by the lights turning on in my room. “What’s wrong?! Are you okay?!” J.J. asks with fear and confusion.
Using my hand and forearm to shield my eyes and focus on J.J. in the doorway, “Yeah, it was just a bad dream.” I gave her assurance that everything was alright. “Can you get me a glass of water?”
J.J. leaves the room and I exhale. My body trembles as I lay there looking up at the ceiling fan. The thumps of my heart rate slow and that’s when I heard the voice again, “…My sacrifice…my salvation…”.
FADE TO BLACK.